Cottage

There is a cottage on top of the hill,
Sun is down and night is still,
Holding hands and walking up to home,
Crickets whisper and murmur a song of their own,
Down the river has a wonderful sound,
The breath of couple keep them bound,
The cold breeze flows from winter belt,
The warmth and the love can be felt,
They come closer to be burned in the night,
The bonfire behind is so bright,
He holds her waist and cheeks,
The river flows quiet and swift
The tongue and lips twist and turn as the waters drift,
They linger with the scent of mist,
A bite over lips and a groped waist is such a bliss,
As the rain falls down on their foreheads,
The rhythm gets higher downhead,
The sound of raindrops gets heavier,
The kisses and touches get deeper,
He lifts her in his arms,
And caresses her like a dancing swan,
The tongue tickles her like the
flowing water does to the rock,
And the couple melt into a perfect lip lock,
The hand moves and the body sings,
Their bodies entwine and they swing,
Their breath is hot and the rain cold,
The rhythm gets higher, the passion bolder,
He takes her higher and higher ,
Their souls come closer and closer.